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A tall young man wanders the crowd. One of the many 'new faces' referenced to earlier, Matias stands taller then most. Straight, strong sunlight gleams of golden hair. Not light blond like his Ulfen ancestors, but honest to goodness gold to go along with his slightly pointed ears.
His clothing is sturdy, well made, and somewhat worn. It is clear that he has been traveling recently, and is ready to do so at any time. A spear, carved near the spearhead for the first few inches, doubles as a walking staff and a crossbow hangs over on shoulder.
After the speeches, Matias makers his way at one point to the Sherif.
If I might have a moment of your time Matias says. I wish to introduce myself. Matias Silverarm, an inquisitor of the Order of Seven Winds. I know that my services are typically not needed in a place as large and cosmopolitan as this, but if I might be of any service you need only ask. I am staying at… the Rusty Dragon I believe, while I restock before continuing on my way. He bows slightly to the Sherif before taking his leave.
He continues to enjoy the day, eventually staying in the vicinity of the Hagfish food tent. The chowder seems to be quite to his liking, judging by the constant consummation of it.